Please allow me to beckon ye, paramours!
A long life in journalism convinced me many presidents ago that there should be a large air space between a journalist and the head of a state.
Ours is a problem in which deception has become organized and strong; where truth is poisoned at its source; one in which the skill of the shrewdest brains is devoted to misleading a bewildered people.
What the public does is not to express its opinions but to align itself for or against a proposal. If that theory is accepted, we must abandon the notion that democratic government can be the direct expression of the will of the people. We must abandon the notion that the people govern. Instead, we must adopt the theory that, by their occasional mobilisations as a majority, people support or oppose the individuals who actually govern. We must say that the popular will does not direct continuously but that it intervenes occasionally.
There can be no liberty for a community which lacks the means by which to detect lies.
It requires wisdom to understand wisdom: the music is nothing if the audience is deaf.
He has honor if he holds himself to an ideal of conduct though it is inconvenient, unprofitable, or dangerous to do so.
At the end of the day, women are a distraction. Whether you realize it or not.
To journey without being changed, is to be a nomad. To change without journeying is to be a chameleon. To journey and to be transformed by the journeying is to be a pilgrim.
In the face of suffering, one has no right to turn away, not to see.
I love you, man. You rule! Thanks for the food. It touches me deep in my tender place. (Sway) I don’t want to know nothing about your tender place, you freak. (Devyn)